My Only One's

Sleeps

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"Sister!" Amara held Galang's hand that had been grasping his chest. 

Now it became a kind of ritual for her husband when he was about to go to sleep. At first he let it go, but over time it became a little outrageous.

When Galang not only holds, but also plays with him at will. And it started to upset Amara.

"What the hell? I'm going to sleep!" He closed his body to Amara.

"If you want to go to sleep, do not rem*s-rem*s this section. Sick know?" protest the woman.

"Masa? Just holding a doang when?" Stopped for a moment.

"Hold what? Brother keep going!" He's squeezing his own chest.

Galang laughing.

"Do you think this is what? Balloons?"

"Yes, balloon. Beloved balloon."

Amara grunted loudly.

"Son, I want to sleep." Amara pulled the man's hand out of her chest.

"It also wants to sleep so hold it. Now I have to hold you down so you can sleep, Neng."

"Yes, brother who can sleep but me?"

"Did you not sleep?"

"I don't think?"

"Keep me how?"

"I don't know, let me go so I can sleep. It doesn't feel calm if you hold on to me."

Galang scrunched his mouth.

"Minimal do not move that you know, just diem. If you want to hold it, hold it."

"okay." Galang.

Then they both fell silent and tried to sleep. Amara closed her eyes while Galang buried his face in the woman's neck. He breathed in the scent of his body that he liked.

But this is strange, because usually he will soon fall asleep as soon as his head touches the pillow.

"Miss?" call her when she doesn't hear Amara's voice anymore.

"Have you slept?" he asked and he slightly raised his head to look.

Both of his eyes were closed with regular breathing. Amara looked very beautiful in this calm state. And Galang never felt bored to keep staring at his face since the bandage opened.

"Miss?" call her again, but Amara flinch.

Both corners of her lips were then attracted to form a smile as her hands behind Amara's nightgown again crumpled her breasts.

The woman was still unperturbed.

Then Galang repeated his ignorance. He again crept the springy circle harder while toying with the tiny peak.

"Mm.m …." Amara muttered softly.

Steady chuckling, then he opened the girl's pajamas until the object was plastered behind it. Two beautiful mounds belong to Amara who is uninhibited. She never wears a bra while sleeping.

He felt his throat suddenly dry up. Staring at the beautiful circle that one of which he often holds it.

He turned to look at Amara's face that was still unperturbed, and his brain turned to look for ideas, when at the same time his ignorance continued.

The man lowered his head then buried his face in Amara's cleavage and went back to playing with her with a feeling of anxiety.

"Aaaa .. Sister! Why not diem? I'm going to sleep?" Amara whined when she felt the man not stop.

Though he was desperately holding back his feelings that began to flare up every time the man touched him.

Galang did not stop, but instead continued his activities in Amara's chest. He even started sipping on the peak that had been sticking out and made him feel like doing more. Moreover, he also felt that his combat tools down there had hardened.

"Sister!" amara's whining did not stop until Galang finally got up and without further ado he immediately silenced his mouth with a fondling.

"Hmmm ...." The man clenched Amara's lips greedily which after a while got a reply from her.

Galang stripped them both of their clothes then prepared to start the attack. While Amara below it is in a state of resignation. His face reddened with roaring breaths staring at the already upright object standing up. His chest even looks up and down quickly and looks increasingly tempting in the eyes of Galang.

The woman closed her mouth when Galang entered her. Gently and slowly he pressed his hips so that the core of their body was perfectly linked while holding down one of Amara's legs which was still wrapped in bandages.

"Aah!" The two mend*sah slowly when their bodies have been fused. Then it fell silent to feel the thump that began to craze.

Amara bit her lips strongly as Galang began to stomp. Pull and push his hips slowly so that his gun moves down there.

The woman began to moan as she felt pain in the center of her body. They've done it before, but it's been days since the first night. And it makes everything seem new.

"Egghh, Brother is sick!" Amara.

Galang did not respond. He just stared at her face whose forehead was tightly furrowed. Amara blinked with her open mouth holding back her feelings. While the man kept moving on it.

"Sister, ahh!" he groaned again, when the pain did not go away.

But Galang quickly silenced him with fondling. 

Kiss it down to the neck and past the collarbone. Then go back up and linger behind the ears.

"Ngh …." The woman groaned and her body convulsed as a beautiful gallant reached every sense.

After a while his pain faded. Which over time turned into a sense of pleasure.

"Mm ... sister!" He went back to messing with his body that was writhing incoherently. His head even looked back with both eyes closed and opened slowly.

"Ah, Brother!" he said, and his hands tightly hugged Galang's body. 

He did not even realize his injured hand was clutching the burly body that was racing over him.

"Sister! Euhhh!!" 

"Sick Neng?" Galang whispered, and he put his mouth on Amara's ear.

"You ... want me ... stop?" The man grinned. And both of his hands keep touching every part of Amara's body that is increasingly responding well. Now he began to understand what to do.

The woman stared at the dim ceiling of the room. His mind had drifted somewhere while his feelings continued to churn along with Galang's increasingly intense jolt.

She mend*sah and groaned while her hands remained tightly clenched her husband's body.

The man suddenly stopped raining while holding his head. Staring at Amara's face which was also staring at him. His face seemed to be blushing with sweat drenching his forehead. 

The hearts of both of them were pounding and they felt the pounding of each other in earnest.

Amara's hand crept down to touch her hip, then crept it down and pressed it so she felt the object down there again raining down.

Galang returned to grinning. He understood that feeling because he also felt the same way. Which then made him move his lower body back.

"Mhh …." Amara groaned again and her hand remained there.

While the man on top of it continues to spur his body so that the two find an unusual taste.

"Ah, Brother! I'm gonna pee!" amara said in her sigh.

"Hum?" Galang frowned.

"Mau ... peed." he said on the sidelines des*han.

Galang Breath roared, and it seemed like this had to be resolved soon. He then sped up his jolt without heeding Amara's words.

His common sense has been scattered and his feelings are clearly not because of. And no sentence can describe it. All there is is is the desire to get rid of and finish this struggle.

While Amara below him continued to mede*ah and groan, making Galang more foggy to hear his voice that was getting more erotic.

Especially when he felt a great throbbing at the center of the woman's body as she half-screamed and tightened the grip on her weapon. He was increasingly feeling out of control.

Until he was not strong to stomp faster and in the end pressed his hips deeper when he felt everything broke just like that. Followed by something that emanated from his body.

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